Fatima Vanju Mare Whore ❤️

About Timisoara

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Vânju Mare

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under a stall, and guess who’s there? The bike guy! He’s laughing, and I’m just standing there, drenched. “Nice day, huh?” he says. I roll my eyes. “Yeah, if you like swimming in the streets!”

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